Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

As promised:

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As soon as I hustled her into some light for a picture she knew exactly where she was going, “When you put me on your blog you can write Princesses are rich!”  This was because she was clutching her wallet full of dough.  Here she is:

You might be thinking, “So she’s a little disheveled, she’s FINE!”
It really doesn’t matter what any of us think, because she knows she’s FANTASTIC.  I would like to point out the stains above “Dreamy” and the foam letter “P” above the “a” that, for some inexplicable reason, she put on.  You might be saying, “Fiffle!  Faffle!  And it looks like her socks matched.”
Well, you would be wrong.  “Can you see my kitty?’ She asked while I was taking this shot.  Oh yeah.

Here is where Jackie Boy chewed on her shoe, but never mind.  She certainly didn’t.

I tried to do a close up so you could see the dirt on her coat, but it wouldn’t play.  Bottom line, the kid’s adorable.  I mean look at that gorgeous jaw.  “You mean jowl?”  Her father asked.  Yes.

I did let her go out like this although I combed her hair and put a barrette in it, because that’s just what we do.  

A Dilemma

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Eden is putting together an outfit that only a mother could love her in.  The real problem is that her own mother isn’t feeling the love.

Zebra skirt that is torn out a little?  Check.
Mismatched socks?  Check.
Wool clogs that Jack chewed?  Check.
Shirt that washes out her complexion and is stained but sweetly says, “Daddy is dreamy and so am I”?  Check.
Down coat that is soooo dirty as only a coat in Michigan in April can be?  Check.
Velvet scarf that she stole from me?  Check.
Uncombed hair?  Check.
The thing is, we are going to the store.  Furthermore, I am looking a little schlumpy and I guess I was relying on her cuteness to carry me, whereas I am going to need to spruce up so that she will look like a bit of a bohemian and I will look like a loving mom and not a sad sack who has let herself and even her kid go.
Or we could go as we are, and be who we are, and not worry what the very few people who even notice us think.
I’ll keep you posted.
(And I took pictures of the fabulous outfit, to be uploaded later.)

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I have been meaning to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this.  Most of my entries are on the fly and unedited.  I think better when I write things down.  Talking and writing help me clarify my beliefs and to process my experiences.  And yet too often I elevate writing to a place where I get stuck in my perfectionism, but blogging’s another story.

I started Older Than Jesus to get into the habit of writing every day and to stay in touch with old friends.  Along the way I have made some new ones.
This is me very gratefully thanking you all.

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Holding the light

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This is a picture from Hearst Castle.  Figures like this lined the the home theater which was the size of the first floor of my house.  Castles aren’t really my style, I’m more of a cottage-y sort of girl, but I liked the thought of holding light.
Light is one of the themes playing out in my life right now.  It has been for some time, but it is becoming stronger.  A verse in Hebrews took my breath away.  I can’t remember the reference and am too lazy to look it up, but it says, “Everything that is illuminated becomes a light.”  Love that.
It’s true.  I want to continue to learn and grow, to live passionately and joyfully.  I want to be lit up.  And I want to be a light.